On those days nostalgia tempts,
when good old days seem dear,
illusive comfort looms corporeal —
on those days I forget the nightmare
addiction became, let me never unfetter
the hope I’ve found. Let it tether me
to the dream.
On those days nostalgia tempts,
when good old days seem dear,
illusive comfort looms corporeal —
on those days I forget the nightmare
addiction became, let me never unfetter
the hope I’ve found. Let it tether me
to the dream.